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October 10, 2005


Phantom Scribbler

Happy birthday to you and Frankie, and happy almost birthday to Annika and Jörg.We have three birthdays in a two-week span in the summer. I had no idea that one could truly get sick of cake, you know?Wishing you all the best in Chicago.


Happy Birthday!!! To all! It's crazy, the birthdays are the same way in our family! Dax is May 20, I am the 31st, Remy is June 5 and my mother is June 6th! Everyone looks happy and healthy in the pictures. It's so very sweet. I think I might try to visit you in Chicago this time around, if I may.B-day Hugs, Candace


I also forgot... I think you should leave a portion of the wall with the purple crayon and frame around it. Don't paint it. Someday it will be a work of art you can laugh at and smile a bit at. Just a thought. ;)


Happy Birthday Frankie, and Moreena. Also to Jorg, and Annika coming up. Wow, busy month for you all. Love the pictures! Good luck in Chicago.


Yup, it's official, your girls are sickeningly cute.

Beanie Baby

That is so sweet. I'm glad the girls love their new bunk beds.


You're the best mommy in the world for letting your girls get bunkbeds. I always wanted them. Happy birthday, one and all.


Happy birthdays all around. That is so neat that you all have happy birthdays so close together. The bunk bed idea--I look forward to it too.Give me a buzz in Chicago, if you need more company :)


Happy Birthday to Everybody!And Diddl is so cute! eBay here I come!!! ;)


I'm agreeing with Candace on saving some of the original art on the wall...sweet memory (ever hear David Wilcox's "Leave it like it is"?). Also, just wanted to send out a little support on the top bunk situation. Ours have been taking turns in the top since the oldest was barely 4...youngest went in at 3...no accidents yet. You know what your children are ready for and capable of. Bunk bed manufacturers just don't want any liability...Happy Birthday to all!


Happy Birthday to your angels!

Yankee T

Happy birthday, all around. Those are the most beautiful girls ever, except for mine! Thinking of you as you head to Chicago, please keep us updated if you can cram it into your days.


Happy birthday to you all.You know you're a mommy when not only do you get "Happy Birthday" sung to you while on the pot, you blog about it.


Happy Birthday from another libra to you and your whole entire family. . . Good luck in Chicago, Moreena. You'll be in our thoughts here.xo Catherine


Happy happy birthday to all!It sounds like a bunk bed was the best gift possible.I love Harold and the Purple Crayon. I have absolutely no idea how many times I've read that book. Speaking of cute. I could wade through diddl land forever. I didn't heed your warning.I wish you the very best in Chicago. You'll be in my thoughts.


Happy birthday to all 4 of you! Wow!Here's hoping that your girls love their bunk beds as much as my sister and I did when we were small. The forts, the games - sheer magic (heh heh, I accidently typed "sheet" magic at first).


Happy birthday! Here I was feeling bummed cuz I'll be thirty-five in a few weeks, but now I'm feeling much better, knowing you'll always be older.Tee-hee.


A very happy birthday to all of you!


It seems like there are October birthday blog posts popping up all over (I just wrote about my son's from October 9)...Glad Frankie had a wonderful birthday and that you got your birthday song sung to you on the potty - that is priceless!

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Falling Down, November 2004

  • Balloon in hand, my 4-year-old
    twirled across the kitchen floor,
    singing nonsense words
    in her own key.
    "It's my gift!" she declared
    to the world at large, which
    was really only me,
    sitting at the table. Enough
    twirling, and she lost
    her balance, tumbling
    to the floor in a theatrical
    slapstick of elbows and knees.

    She lay on her back
    for a few seconds,
    at the textured ceiling
    with the mysterious
    spaghetti sauce stain.
    Suddenly she
    flapping her arms and legs
    there on the floor, as if to swish
    the imaginary snow
    into a snow angel.

    "Falling down is also a gift!" says she.

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